Hi,
My name is Neelima Komal Sharma, Komal is my maternal name and my in-law's name is Neelima, my age is 50, I am a cultured sanskari woman, I have modesty, if someone comes I cover my head with saree pallu, whenever someone used to come to our house I always used to cover my head with the pallu of my sari like a veil, I am a very cultured sanskari woman, who takes care of the customs of the house, takes care of everyone, yess, I am a typical cultured sanskari housewife, I and my husband who is now 60 years old, we both are at home, by the way I have two daughters, they are also married, they are very happy in their in-laws.
My husband is retired, I have my own saree shop business which is looked after by me or my retired husband, we are quite rich, we have our own house, a mini bungalow which is at the corner of the street.
Now what should I tell you, as I told you that I am a cultured Sanskari woman but even at this age I have the desire to have sex but now my husband has no strength and no interest in sex, his interest was only in drinking with friends, he had started drinking too much these days, so I always remain hungry and thirsty for sex.
Whenever I try to seduce my husband he gets excited, but before he can put his cock in my pussy his semen comes out. Today's story is how a beggar older than my husband forcefully fucked me in his tent, that beggar was 70 years old, But still he had so much strength, I can't even describe it, he fucked me like an animal.
Hey now about me, as I told you I am fifty years old, my hair was a little white but I don't look that bad, my height is five feet three inches, my figure is thirty six-thirty two-forty, listen my breasts are forty two which means I wear thirty six DD size bra, waist is thirty two and my buttocks are forty two. I look very cultured sanskari, typical sanskari housewife, I wear saree and salwar too, I wear a thick bindi on the forehead and always apply sindoor. As I told you if someone comes to my house then I wear the pallu of my saree on my head like a veil.
Yess, but there was a problem in this, whenever I go in front of someone with the pallu of saree on my head then it becomes difficult to cover my waist and blouse and my deep navel gets a view of everyone, I have seen many times when my husband's friends come home then their eyes are always on the deep navel of my chubby waist. All the friends of my husband who come to my house, Their eyes are on my deep navel and the bulges of my breasts in my blouse as well as the cleavage of my breasts visible through my blouse. My navel is so deep that anyone's one and a half inch finger can easily enter deep into my navel.
Not only this, whenever I go out to bring some goods, I keep the saree pallu of my sari on my head. Due to this, the bulge in my blouse and the deep navel of my waist were visible to everyone. My breasts are very big and fair. Seeing the size of my waist and buttocks, many men's penises get erect and they get the desire to fuck me. I don't know why I started liking the lustful looks of these people. With this in mind, many times I used to try to satisfy my sexual lust by putting radish, carrot and banana in my cunt.
So let's move ahead now, as I said, my husband does not have any strength for sex, it happens that his penis has also become small now, the semen of the penis comes out outside my pussy, yess he always cum out of my cunt. One day it happened that I seduced my husband at night, my husband started kissing me, he started kissing my lips, he had become very excited, I said "Hey, do it a little slowly" but he did not agree, he removed the pallu of my saree and kept looking at my big breasts visible from my blouse, started pressing my breasts hard with his hands, took off his shorts and underwear, as soon as I lifted my saree, he pulled my shorts, I was wearing the saree and still had the blouse on my body, then he started fingering my pussy, then he kept caressing my pussy slowly and started pressing my breasts, yes, but I was still not naked, rather I was on blouse and saree only, I had only lifted the saree, he did not even open my blouse, there was still a bra inside the blouse. He was so excited, I said again "Why are you in such a hurry, take it easy, otherwise", husband stopped for a while and said "what if not"
He became excited again. And he started fingering my pussy, then my husband lifted my legs, we were in missionary position, he took out his penis and placed it on my pussy and started thrusting.
But what can I say, I was not feeling anything because his penis was still small.
My husband tries to put his penis in my pussy, his penis enters my pussy but what can I say, in just 1 minute of fucking my pussy, his semen comes out of my pussy, and after lying on me for a while, he sleeps beside me. His penis always ejaculates outside my pussy. I feel very sad thinking this, I often remain in such agony and my husband is never able to satisfy me, later he goes to sleep, and that is why I told him
"Why so much hurry, take it easy, otherwise" If not this, it was this, that he is often not able to satisfy me, but he is my husband, how can I explain this to him that he is not able to satisfy my sexual desire.
Then later I have to go to the bathroom and satisfy my lust by putting carrot, radish and banana in my pussy.
But what can I say, today suddenly I started seeing the penis of a beggar named Sahu.
Now let me tell you a little about Sahu the beggar. Yes, Sahu is a crazy 70 year old man who comes to our street to beg, he is crazy. He is always around my house, he always comes outside my house and I give him food, in fact everyone in our street gives him food, just think that he has become a member of our street, what can the poor guy do.
Sahu must have been 70 or a little older but he still looked very healthy, what can I say, he looked even healthier than my husband. He always roamed half naked in the streets. I had seen his dangling penis many times. He did not care about clothes.
One day I went to market to buy some stuff. I saw a small torn tent and Sahu the beggar was sitting inside. It was raining outside. I felt very sad to see how an adult man could live in such heavy rain. I immediately came home and told my husband. My husband was a good man, he took a boy with him and went to Sahu's place and brought him to the compound outside our house, along with his tent.
My husband said "Sahu, you stay here from today, you don't need to stay in the tent, you can stay in the small house behind our house" but Sahu was a mad beggar and he was not ready to listen, he started setting up his tent again in the compound of my house. I and my husband were watching, it was raining heavily outside.
My husband said " It's Okay Sahu, it's ok, if you want to stay in your tent then you can but don't go outside this compound, and if it is rainy or cold then you can stay in the house behind, I will keep that house open".